It such a please cliche but the unattainable is so appealing. The unknowns, the what ifs, the if only… these are the things that haunt us from time to time. I’m convinced nostalgia and longing go hand in hand

We write off (litterally) and away those pangs to loosen their grip on us and sometimes we succeed. If not, we write again because sometimes all we have is ink when our lips remain uncomfortably sealed. You’re very right about the what ifs and if onlys. Somehow your poem made me think of the chorus of the song “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

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